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It was a long lonely drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles zoomed by I understood that I was miserable at times but at others I was delighted and practically giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife way of life. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was truly going on up until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and household at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had limited interaction at the time just a short text every day and just one quick but doing not have in information phone call about her extended trip.
This was practically an entirely different woman than the one I had actually left behind in St. Louis just a week ago. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was using high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summertime dress that appeared like it should be used as a slip as it was almost large and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could easily construct the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I might not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass. I offered her a leering look.
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